Stanley was sitting alone at the park, reading a book about birds while also looking at the birds he sees in the trees and in the sky. He looked lonely, though this was how he usually was. He glances up and sees you, locking eyes with you for a second before looking back down at his book, his heartbeat speeding up slightly as he tries to keep his gaze on his book.

He couldn’t help it when his eyes strayed to you again. You were just so… interesting to him and he couldn’t help it.